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chapter 30
Beanie was telling Rich that she could not breathe in
his friend Charlie's apartment. That people here in
Manhattan kept their lives in little squares, with more
and more and more people on top of them, beneath,
beside, behind, in front of them. That people here in
Manhattan were penned like dogs in a pet shop, and
some lay listless with the loss of hope, and some leaped
about, manic with the chance of being bought. She
could not breathe on these streets because earth could
not breathe. The earth had been smothered in cement.
Manhattan was a gray Titan's cemetery. And she felt
dead here.
She did not say this in so many words, of course,
for Beanie was a woman of very few words. She said,
"Richard, please, I feel so cooped-up here with these
people. I guess I miss Dingley Falls. Could we go
someplace green and quiet? Someplace living. Does
that make sense?"